ML is extremely determined to keep me locked up for the entire month. Previous attempts at lengthy 24/7’s usually ended at about 3 weeks or so, which is where we are right now. Although she has been pushing herself lately (and denying herself, in a sense), she really wants to keep me locked up and frustrated for the entire month.

When My Lady gets very turned on, her sexual aggression reaches what would best be described as “turbo-charged” status. The control she has over me turns her on so much, which feeds her aggression, which pushes the limits of her control over me even further. This cycle continues going round and round until she reaches horny maniac critical mass. And when she can’t hold back any more, she unleashes her sexual fury on me.

Last night, ML and I were sitting watching TV, and we started getting kissy and touchy like we usually do before I have to go to work. ML eventualy made it to her favorite position, straddling my body and kneeling high over me, pushing my body down into the couch. I looked into her eyes and I could see it building in her. Her entire body shuddered and she moaned as her body pressed into mine. I groaned, loving the feeling of being compressed by her weight. Then I felt her body change, tensing up as the desire to take me overwhelmed her.

She lifted herself up and looked down at me. Before I could say anything, she reached down and grabbed my face and forced me to kiss her. It was a rough, animalistic kiss; her tongue darted deep into my mouth, attacking me from every angle. Her hands squeezed my chin and cheeks, forcing my mouth open as she shoved her tongue into my mouth. I wasn’t even kissing her back; instead, I was simply being kissed by her. I had no choice but to be taken by her lips and tongue… not that I would have resisted if I could have.

As My Lady forced her kisses on me, she began to grind her hips into my lap. Soon, I was moaning and whimpering into her mouth, wanting so badly to be free of my cage and inside her warm wet pussy. My moans turned ML on even more, and she growled as she grabbed my head and shook me against the back of the couch. She was like some sort of feral sexual monster, let loose and attacking her prey. I was helpless, and it felt so great.

Eventually, the energy was too much for My Lady to deal with, and she had to climb off of me to rest and catch her breath. I was no better off; I, too, was out of breath, as well as throbbing in my cage. We just sat and held each other for a few minutes as we recovered from the moment. I was almost totally limp, I was just “there.” It felt very sub-spacey, although I don’t think either of us were fully there. It was damn close, though.

After a few moments, we were able to talk to each other again. We shared lots of “wow”s and “oh my god”s and “what the fuck was that”s, but I let ML know that it was all a good thing. Sometimes, when ML reaches this level of aggression and lets loose on me, she gets worried afterwards that the things she did went too far. This often will lead to dom drop for her. As we talked, I made sure that ML understood that I want her to be like that. I want her to be as agressive as she wants to. I want her to act and not think. I don’t want her to be holding back in the moment, thinking if what she wants to do is right. If she wants to do it, I want her to do it…. and I mean anything. We always talk things over after an intense scene; if something that she tries doesn’t work for us, we can work it out afterwards. And, I always have my safeword as a last resort in the moment.

When My Lady lets loose her aggression on me, it is a beautiful and powerful experience. I want her to know that I want her to let the animal in her out and take me as her prey. There really is nothing else like it.

My Lady has been thoroughly enjoying teasing my cock over the past few days, knowing full well that my next orgasm will be many months from now. Today, she decided to continue her growing dominance over me by forcing my body to do her bidding.

I went upstairs to take a nap late in the morning to adjust my sleep schedule after the weekend, and ML followed me upstairs to tuck me in. Still looking to satisfy her bondage craving, she cuffed me to the bed and began stroking my cock as she kissed me; I was hard for her within a few seconds. ML then went and grabbed the wand vibrator from the side of the bed. She used an extra set of velco cuffs to secure the wand to the shaft of my cock. Then she hit the switch, sending powerful vibrations all over and through my cock. I moaned loudly and pushed my hips up into the air. It felt soooooo good.

ML petted my cock, her fingers feeling just as good, if not better than the vibrations from the wand. She leaned in close to me, and looked right into my eyes.

“I’m going downstairs. You better be a good boy and not spill your cum, otherwise I’m going to lock you up for a month and a half with absolutely NO time out.” Then she stood up and left the room. “See you in a while,” she said as she shut the door.

I knew right away that I was in trouble.

For starters, I already knew it was possible for the wand to force me into a ruined orgasm in this type of situation; it had happened before. It was only a matter of time before my body gave in to the incessant vibrations. I also knew by the look in ML’s eyes that she was dead serious; if I had an orgasm, I’d be in the cage until August most likely. Part of me wondered if ML set me up to fail, that she was using this as the opening to an extended 24/7 lockup we had discussed in the past. But, as always, I want to be a good boy for My Lady. So I tried to hold off. I took deep breaths, I let my mind wander to a number of different non-sexy subjects. And, miraculously, it seemed as though I was getting a handle on it. My cock was softening. I was going to make it!

Then, as my cock started to soften, the wand must have slipped just the tiniest fraction of an inch, sending sensations to a different area of my shaft… a much more sensitive area.

My cock was once again stiff in an instant. I could feel the vibrations flowing through my cock in waves. I tried as hard as I could to hold off, but I could feel the orgasm creeping up on me. Slowly, torturously it came nearer. I gave it one last effort, holding it back with all of my body. But it was no use.

I moaned loudly as my body gave in, my cock pouring cum out onto the bed sheets as it twitched against the wand. Much like the last time, the orgasm was by no means satisfying; I needed stroking on my shaft to give me a full orgasm. Instead, my cum-covered cock twitched helplessly against the wand, begging for more stimulation but receiving none. I moaned in frustration, knowing that not only would the ruined orgasm make my need to cum even worse, but that I also doomed myself to a month-plus of having no erections whatsoever.

My Lady came upstairs shortly after (she must have heard my moans). She acted as if she was disappointed in me – calling me a bad boy, disobeying his lady, getting messy when I shouldn’t.* Then she explained that she would uncuff me and I would immediately head downstairs, and put the cage on as I was taking a shower. “Make sure it’s comfortable,” she said, “because it’s not coming off for a LONG time!” I did as ordered, locking the Jailbird on my cock, wondering what it will feel like after a month and a half of not seeing or feeling my cock get fully hard. How frustrated will I be? How relieved will I be to get the cage off? Will I even survive it to find out the answers to these questions? I guess there’s nothing I can do but let time pass now.

*Note: My Lady did mention to me out-of-role later in the day that she meant for this to happen all along. She was most likely going to leave me up there until the wand ruined my orgasm no matter what. If I managed to hold off, thent he struggling I’d go through would be enough torture, but she REALLY wanted to lock me up 24/7 until our next vacation in August. I was very thankful she told me this. After all, I pride myself on being a good boy; knowing I was doomed from the start was somewhat comforting. 🙂

So the HUGE piece of news I teased in my last post was already spoiled by ML in her last post, unbeknownst to me: My Lady has decided to keep me in the Jailbird 24/7 until the May 4th. No removing the cage. Not even a cursory release for my poor cock. I will be locked up for the next 26 days straight.

624 hours.

37,440 minutes.

2,246,400 second.

Not like I’m counting or anything.

My Lady and I have talked about trying this for quite some time. When we were discussing it, it really turned me on. How would I respond to not having an erection for an entire month? How will I feel after it’s been so long since I’ve seen my cock get hard? How will it feel when my cock is finally free of the steel and can swell to its full size?

Now that it’s happening, it’s a little bit overwhelming. Although ML has caved in the past and given me mercy during some of these “extended” times or denial or lockup, I have a feeling she’s not going to crack so easily this time. She’s very curious about the reactions she can coax out of me. If I start getting desperate, she may just grow to love it. Who knows? Maybe I won’t even be getting out until my next Maybe Day in June? No clue. No control over it.

Right now, I’m a little stunned. I know for a fact I’m really going to miss my hardon. I like it when my cock gets hard. It feels nice. I’ve come to enjoy the feeling of my cock pressing against the steel cage, but it doesn’t compare to the feeling of my cock getting nice and thick and big when I’m turned on. The longest we’ve ever done a 24/7 lockup stint is ten days I think, and I started to get a little antsy near the end of that time. I went into what ML likes to call “bargaining mode,” which is when I start to try to make a deal with her in order to get just the tiniest need filled. For example, near the end of that ten day period, I was literally begging ML to give me a ruined orgasm, just so she’d let me out and touch me. Again: I begged My Lady to give me an utterly frustrating ruined orgasm just because I needed to get hard and be touched. This was after ten days. I wonder what My Lady will have me doing by the end of this run.